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let him fall into the trap of a thousand men

What if I can't write well? What if I let him fall into the trap of a thousand men?


What if I ruined the rest of his life?

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But I want to say: Write, it doesn't matter.


At that time, the evening wind was blowing on the face, and the sound of the waves filled the ears. At the long wooden table on the coast of South China, the cigarette end was dark and bright.


He twisted out his cigarette and said, "You are my brother. I believe you."

What if I can't write well? What if I let him fall into the trap of a thousand men?


What if I ruined the rest of his life?


But I want to say: Write, it doesn't matter.


At that time, the evening wind was blowing on the face, and the sound of the waves filled the ears. At the long wooden table on the coast of South China, the cigarette end was dark and bright.


He twisted out his cigarette and said, "You are my brother. I believe you."


But I hope so. Do I deserve to be your brother?


Ten thousand jin of shame is on my hands. I record the memories in the small restaurant of Gulou East Street in Beijing by pinyin one by one.


Maybe after I got the royalty that day, I shouldn't run and buy you a drink.


If I had drunk less than half a cup of prairie white stuffy donkey that day, I would not have been so drunk.


If I weren't drunk, I wouldn't jump on the table with my cup and shout at my voice.

But I hope so. Do I deserve to be your brother?


Ten thousand jin of shame is on my hands. I record the memories in the small restaurant of Gulou East Street in Beijing by pinyin one by one.


Maybe after I got the royalty that day, I shouldn't run and buy you a drink.


If I had drunk less than half a cup of prairie white stuffy donkey that day, I would not have been so drunk.


If I weren't drunk, I wouldn't jump on the table with my cup and shout at my voice.


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